[Intro]
(Instrumental: slow chug, clean guitar arpeggio building)
(Spoken, clean) Is something wrong with me?
[Verse 1] (clean)
Is something wrong with me? I ask the empty room
A cold chair, photos fanned on the floor — your face in bloom
Rusted mail on the porch, dust writes my name in gray
I watch the light eat corners where the laughter used to stay
[Pre-Chorus 1] (clean -> build to harsh)
I step back before the slap — I leave to keep from loss
I fold my hands around the ache, count every faded cost
Always the odd one out, never picked for bright things
I learn to walk away so I don't get cut by strings
[Chorus] (harsh scream / can be swapped to clean for melodic lift)
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding
I won't go quietly
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding
I won't go quietly
[Verse 2] (clean, colder)
No one signs my name on teams, never the chosen few
A cracked mirror shows my face — the version no one knew
Doors slam like judging hands, choices slump like rusted keys
I made a million wrong ones, each one cheaper than the last
[Pre-Chorus 2] (harsh edge, more bitter — vary text)
I hide in corners now, I cut the lights to feel less seen
I leave a step before the end, or leave so they don't leave me clean
Not picked for the good things — even luck won't call my bluff
I trade my heart for silence, because silence hurts enough
[Chorus] (harsh scream; repeat once, drop to clean on final line for contrast)
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding
I won't go quietly
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding
(soft, clean) I won't go quietly
[Bridge - Breakdown] (full force breakdown; screams dominant)
Screamed into the hallway — "Not again!"
(Repeat x4; brutal staccato)
Not again! Not again! Not again!
(Shift: narrow, burning scream -> defiant clean)
I will not beg — I will not bow
I will not beg — I won't allow
[Post-Break: Rising Clean/Harsh Swap]
(Soft clean) I am the one left holding dust and rust
(Harsh) I am the last who learns to yell and trust
(Soft clean) I am the odd one still who fights for any light
(Harsh) I am the one who burns, who burns through night
[Final Chorus] (big, mixed: screams + clean harmony)
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding (scream)
I won't go quietly (harmonized clean)
Tired of losing, tired of bleeding (scream)
I won't go quietly — I won't go quietly (clean / layered)
[Outro] (quiet, fractured — clean, then whisper)
Is something wrong with me? (clean)
A question thrown like stones into an empty well (whisper)
I keep the pieces, keep the names — keep breathing anyway
(Last line whispered) I won't go quietly.
